If Ever You're Afraid l.r.h

One

He couldn't tell what was reality and what was the side effects of the drugs, didn't know whether Luke was actually rushing through the doorway or whether Luke was clueless in some party, his eyes were fuzzy and he could feel himself slowly yet blissfully slipping away not knowing whether he had company or whether he was going alone.

*2 Months Earlier*

"Hi my names Audrey and I've been clean for 2 weeks now" the girl opposite me with the eye-catching Scarlett hair said aloud to the room full of troubled people, I looked at her with immense pity as she talked with a soft and broken voice, but also with disgust as I also acknowledged the fact she was here for the same reason as me.

"We love you Audrey" everyone's forced words echoed throughout the small

Church we were all gathered.

The hall had that same smell as when we would gather together at school to sit and sing hyms, an old, musky smell that reminded me of schools, the stained glass windows with images of Jesus and other sections of the bible and then in the middle of it all were troubled people, people who have commited sins and come to the house of god to confess them to a balding man called Dan who isn't even religious, quite ironic if you asked me.

"Jared its your turn", Dan said to me, pulling me from my endless stares at the old carpet and my gaze immediately turning to Dan.

I didn't speak a word, and he didn't look surprised at all, neither did the others in the room.

I sensed him searching my eyes with his to identify some sort of emotion from me but it was pointless and he'd soon learn to give up as I stare at him blankly with my lips in a thin line and my arms crossed against my chest, he soon got the point.

"Alright, Jason onto you then", I heard Dan say as I focused back on that old church carpet that is more intriguing than Dans boring and dull voice.

Another hour passed before we were finally allowed to leave, relief flooding over me as I got up from my chair and immediately stalked out of the room, not saying goodbye to anybody nor turning around for a second glimpse.

I walked outside the building, wiping my hands on my jeans after handling the rusty door knob, I look up a little and see the awfully familiar banner reading 'Support Group For Alcoholics" on it, with an arrow pointing in the direction I'd just come from, I choose to ignore the urge to pull the banner down and carried on my way walking through the streets of London, the cold breeze feeling refreshing in my skin as we're in the middle of summer and quite frankly I'm not a lover of the sun.